| Well it’s too damn early and your eyes are bleeding
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| From the vicious bottle the night before
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| And the last thing you need is a nicety-nice
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| And small talk crawls out your ears
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| Maybe it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud
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| I hear it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud
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| Hey there, hey now, hey there, hey now
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| Well you can make a pacemaker blink, yeah, easy thing
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| Make a man’s heart go bibbity-bom bippity-bom bippity-bom
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| Like a gentle drum
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| And knowing you it ain’t ever done
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| So go on, go on, go on, darling, go on Yeah go on, go on darling, go on, go on Yeah, the secretaries and typewriters chattering away
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| Chatter-chatter-chatter-chatter
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| chatter-chatter-chatter, chatter away
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| It ought to make you sick when you hear a woman cry
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| When she don’t get just whatever she wants
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| But not my woman, she just keeps on keeping on,
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| That’s my woman, my woman |